She wakes up, and finds his note sitting on her bedside table. She reads it, and sighs in relief that she's finally alone. As she reaches for the bed remote to adjust her head she hears people in the hallway. She hears a baby crying nearby. She tilts the head of her bed upwards. The baby continues to cry as she lies in the hospital bed. She looks down at her chest. Even having the gown against her skin irritates her. Her breasts are incredibly tender. She realizes that this is the first time she has felt discomfort in days. She looks up at the clock on the wall, it's been hours since her surgery. Her meds have worn off.
They sound of the crying baby moves closer, and closer. Her hearts skips a beat, as she considers the thought of them bringing a baby into her room. She reaches forward, and grabs the TV remote off the bedside table. Before the sound of a crying infant dissipates she looks down, and finds the front of her gown soaked. She flares her nostrils in frustration as she reaches for her call button. The nurse enters the room, and moves towards her.
"It's nice to see that you're finally awake. What can I get for you?"
"Can you get me a new gown?" Olivia questions.
The nurse takes note of the soiled gown.
"I am so sorry, the lady across the room had visitors, and..."
Olivia cuts her off, "It's okay, I just need a new gown."
"Okay," she nods in agreement.
Olivia changes into a clean gown, and the nurse leaves the room.
Melinda shakes her head.
"There was no sign of a recent birth, or a pregnancy. I would have mentioned that."
"Maybe..."
"Fin. She wasn't pregnant, and she hadn't recently had a baby."
"You're sure?"
"Yes," she nods.
"Did you read the reports on the other victims?"
"Yes, and I don't recall any of them mentioning them recently giving birth."
"You're sure?"
"Yes."
"We've got to exhume the bodies."
"Fin no judge is going to sign off on that."
"He did it on purpose."
"How do you know?"
"He was talking about planting seeds."
"Let's say, for a minute that your theory is right."
"Okay," Fin agrees.
"If he did impregnate his other victims what happened to the babies?"
By the time he returns to the squad room Rollins is blowing up his phone. He finds her sitting at her desk behind a computer.
"What was so urgent?" He cocks an eyebrow.
"I followed up on that lead that you asked about."
"And?"
"Karen Hadley changed her name the same year that Job did. It turns out that she got married a younger man, Greg Whitley. He was fifteen years her junior."
"How old is she?"
"Sixty eight. She still lives in the boy's home town."
"Oh."
"I'm not done."
"I reviewed her tax returns."
"How many dependents did she claim?"
"Five."
"Five?" He cocks an eyebrow.
"Brendan, and Caden Whitley age six. Dalton Whitley age three. Evan, and Fisher Whitley age one."
"Five kids?"
Amanda nods, "Five boys. Two sets of twins."
"Son of a bitch. We've got to exhume those bodies."
"If there are two six year olds then there is a victim that we don't know about."
"Shit."
"We know of six other victims for certain. You said the last hadn't recently give birth. That leaves five other women. There are only two sets of twins."
"You're sure that they're twins?"
"I found their birth certificates."
"Who is listed as their mother?"
"Nova Bisonlei," Amanda reads.
"For all five children?"
"Yes."
"And the father?"
"Job Whitley. So two women that are already in our victim pool produced heirs for him. One woman not in our victim pool provided an heir for him. What if the remaining three victims were also impregnated. What happened to those babies?"
He shakes his head in disbelief, "They were girls."
"So he discarded them like yesterday's newspaper?"
"Maybe he knew before they were born, and he..."
Amanda cuts him off, "What if he waited until after they were born?"
Fin jets past her, without another word. He finds Amaro in one of the interview rooms, with the door open. The other interview room is empty.
"Nick?"
"What?"
"What happened to the other suspect?"
"What are you talking about? I literally just walked in here, maybe a minute ago. I looked in here, and saw him hit the floor."
"It was a diversion. He's gone."
"Gone? Gone where?"
Amanda joins them.
"Rollins you've got to lock down the precinct. No one gets in or out. I've got to call the hospital. Nick stay with Joel don't let him out of your sight."
The nurse enters the room, again for what seems like the twelfth time in an hour. She checks Olivia's vital signs, and IV pump.
"How many times are you going to check my vitals? Is there something wrong?"
She shakes her head, "You just came out of surgery. We are worried about blood loss, so we're checking your vital signs every hour."
"For how long?"
"Just until this shift is over."
"How much longer is that?"
"It's almost over, I promise. Can I get you anything? Do you need more water? Are you having any pain? Do you need another blanket?"
"Are you having a slow day?" She questions.
"What makes you think that?"
"You act as if I am your only patient."
"We are having a kind of slow day. I only have three patients today. So is there something that I can get you?"